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Living With Tactical Folders: When Everyday Carry Feels Like Too Much

I didn’t start carrying one because I needed it. It came in gradually, the way a lot of these things do. A package here, a loose thread there, the mild annoyance of looking for scissors in a house where they migrate and disappear. At first it lived in a drawer, then on a shelf near the door, and eventually it crossed that small line into the pocket. Once it’s there a few days in a row, it starts to feel like it belongs, even if you only use it once.

The “tactical” style ones have a certain presence. You feel it when you clip it inside the pocket, the way the clip grabs a little harder than it needs to. The handle shape is more pronounced, not something you forget is there. Compared to the slimmer, quieter folders, these seem to ask for a bit more attention. They don’t disappear into the day in the same way.

For a while I leaned into that. There’s a small satisfaction in having something that feels solid and ready, even if the most it sees is breaking down a cardboard box or trimming a piece of plastic. It’s not about imagining big uses. It’s more about removing that tiny bit of friction when something comes up. You don’t have to go looking. You already have it.

But then there are the days when it feels like too much. Sitting at a desk for hours, shifting in the chair, you notice the handle pressing against your leg in a way that a thinner tool wouldn’t. Reaching into the pocket for your phone, your fingers catch the clip. It adds a half second, then another. Nothing serious, just enough to register. Those are the days when it ends up on the desk next to the keyboard, set down “just for a minute,” and then it stays there until the end of the day.

That’s usually how the cycle starts. Desk for a day, then two. After that, I forget to pick it up on the way out. The first day without it feels slightly off in a way that’s hard to name. Not anxiety, just a small gap in the routine. I’ll reach into the pocket out of habit and find nothing in that spot. It’s a brief moment, then it passes.

Most of the time, nothing happens that would have required it. The day goes on normally. Packages can wait. Loose threads stay loose. You realize how often the object is carried for possibility rather than necessity. And still, after a few days, I’ll notice something small. Trying to tear open thick plastic with my hands, or looking around the kitchen for something sharp that isn’t there, and I’ll think, I used to have a solution for this.

When I bring it back into rotation, it’s usually without much thought. I see it on the desk, pick it up, clip it back into the pocket. There’s no decision, just a continuation of an old habit. The weight returns, the slight bulk, the way it changes how the pocket hangs. It feels both familiar and a little excessive at the same time.

I’ve tried swapping it out for something smaller, something that disappears more easily. That works for a while too. The pocket feels lighter, cleaner. Sitting is more comfortable. But those versions tend to get left behind in a different way. They’re so unobtrusive that they don’t assert themselves. They slip into a bag or a different jacket and stay there for weeks.

The more pronounced folder doesn’t have that problem. It makes its presence known, which is part of why it stays in the rotation longer than it probably should. You don’t forget it because it doesn’t let you.

There’s also the way it anchors a small part of the morning. Wallet, keys, phone, and then that extra check. It becomes part of the rhythm, even if the practical need is occasional. Removing it simplifies things, but it also takes away that small, habitual step. Not important, just familiar.

I don’t think I’ve ever settled on a permanent answer with it. It comes and goes depending on the week, the weather, what I’m wearing, how much time I expect to spend sitting versus moving around. Some weeks it feels like an unnecessary lump of metal. Other weeks I notice I’ve used it three times before lunch and didn’t have to think about any of those moments.

Most of the time, it just sits there in the pocket, doing nothing at all, quietly changing how the day feels in ways that are easy to ignore until it’s gone.

An EDC Pry Bar with a Built-In Bottle Opener That Earned a Pocket Spot

The pry bar with the bottle opener ended up in my pocket by accident more than intention. It showed up during a stretch when I was opening a lot of boxes at work, breaking down cardboard, nudging stuck things loose without wanting to use my knife for everything. At first it lived on the desk. Then it moved to a drawer. Then one day I clipped it onto my keys just to carry it out to the garage, and it stayed there for a week. After that, it got its own spot in my front pocket.

It’s not a dramatic tool. Most days it doesn’t do anything that a coin or a fingernail couldn’t manage with a little more patience. But patience is exactly what I’m usually short on in small moments. Tape that won’t lift cleanly, a paint can lid that needs a careful nudge, a stubborn staple that doesn’t want to come out of a shipping box. The pry bar turns those from minor annoyances into quick, quiet motions. You don’t think about it much until you stop carrying it and go back to picking at things.

The bottle opener part is almost an afterthought, at least during the week. It’s there, cut into the same piece of metal, not adding any real bulk. On a Friday evening, standing in someone’s kitchen, it gets used without ceremony. You don’t go looking for an opener or ask where one is. You just reach into your pocket and it’s handled. No one really notices, which is part of why it works. It’s not a performance.

What I notice more is how it sits in the pocket. It’s thin, but it has edges. Not sharp, just present. It tends to rotate a little as I move, sometimes ending up crosswise against my phone if I’m not paying attention. I’ve had days where that’s enough to make me take it out at my desk and set it next to the keyboard, telling myself I’ll put it back before I leave. Sometimes I do. Sometimes it stays there overnight, and the next morning I’m back at that red light, doing the pocket check and coming up one item short.

There’s a small weight to it that adds up with everything else. Not heavy, just one more thing competing for space with keys that already feel like too much. I’ve tried moving it to the other pocket, then to a jacket, then into a bag. In the bag it disappears completely, which defeats the point. In a jacket it’s seasonal, which means I forget it as soon as the weather changes. The front pocket ends up being the only place it makes sense, even when it’s slightly annoying there.

I’ve gone a few weeks without carrying it at all. Those stretches usually start when I’m trying to simplify, cutting back to the basics because my pockets feel crowded or I’m tired of the small clink of metal when I sit down. For a while, nothing happens. Then something small comes up. A battery cover that won’t slide, a piece of plastic packaging that needs a little leverage, a loose staple scratching at the inside of a box. I catch myself reaching for something that isn’t there, and I either improvise or go get a real tool. Neither option feels quite as smooth.

It’s not that the pry bar saves time in any meaningful way. It just removes a bit of friction from a handful of moments that would otherwise be slightly more awkward. That’s easy to dismiss until you notice how often those moments show up.

The bottle opener part is the easiest to justify socially and the hardest to justify personally. I don’t need it most days. But it’s the part other people understand if they notice it. The prying edge looks like nothing. The opener makes it legible. Still, if I’m honest, I’d probably carry it even without that cutout. The opener just gives it a reason to exist that sounds better out loud.

Sometimes I think about taking it off my rotation for good, especially on days when I’m already carrying too much. Then I’ll find it on the desk, pick it up absentmindedly, and slip it back into my pocket without deciding anything. It settles into place like it remembers where it belongs. By the time I notice, it’s already part of the day again, quiet as ever.